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New resident BT in space #21 tells us if you're going to blowtorch a couple of trailers together, be sure to use some of that soft metal soldering shit between the trailers being joined. If you just try to blowtorch two trailers together without the soldering shit, the trailers won't melt together. They'll just turn black wherever the blowtorch was aimed.
Fatty Daddy in space #88 knows how to get a good laugh. All you need is a gorilla suit. Put on the gorilla suit and lay in the weeds down by the duckpond. When that anthropologist from the State University comes by to make alginate molds and take photos of Bobby Roy's impression in the mud, leap up out from the weeds, beat your chest and holler, "Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-AAAH-AAAH-AAAH-AAAH-AAAH!" at the top of your lungs with your eyes open real big. Anybody who wants to do this is welcome to borrow Fatty Daddy's gorilla suit.
Andy the security guy in space #68 tells us if you want to have remodeling work done non-stop, real fast and cheap, and with one-of-a-kind results, hire a tweeker or two to work on your trailer. You can end up with a two-story quintuple-wide trailer-palace if you turn a couple of speedfreaks with power tools loose on your place for long enough.
Aussie Afarensis the anthropologist tells us if we know what's good for us, we'll quit leaping up out of the weeds in Fatty Daddy's gorilla suit and scaring the shit out of him. Aussie says, "I bought a stun gun, and the next stinkin' piece of trailer trash who leaps up out of the weeds and scares the shit out of me gets it! How's THAT for a helpful hint? And quit calling me an anthropologist! I'm a PALEOPRIMATOLOGIST. Assholes."
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